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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Sylvester the Cat x Toon!Reader || Drabble

Plot: I'm just experimenting with the Looney Tune idea so possibly enjoy some cute Sylvester Jr wanting you to be his new other parent.

Warnings: Toon violence?

You're just tying up the ends of Wile E's bandages into a tight little knot, prompting a wince from the coyote and a little board sign saying 'Ouch!'. Immediately you wince, stepping back. "Ohh... sorry, Wile E... I'm not exactly certified... " Daffy made you do this job, seeing as you're worse at sports then any of them- and that's saying something.

His head falls forward slightly and his ears wilt as you step back.

"Okay! Who's nex- " Turning around - picking up some more bandages and band aids in one fist, and an industrial sized tube of Acme branded antiseptic cream tucked under your other arm, - you look about for your next patient.

- And droop as soon as you see what kind if work load is waiting for you. It looks like every toon you know is lined up for medical attention!

The bandages and band aids slip out of your hands and scatter across the floor. "Oh boy." Quickly taking a deep breath to refresh yourself, you perk right up in order to get to it. Okay! "Sly! You're first, what's wro- Uh, hah. Nevermind."

Looking at him... maybe you don't have to ask...

Tweety flies through the giant gaping hole in Sylvester's tummy and the cat gives great sigh, slumping forward. "Why are the only times he's in there are when he can get out!!"

"I know, I know, woe is you. Sit down." You have no time for sympathies right now, you can allocate Sly only 2 minutes- and that's because you like him. The other patients coming get only one. "Okay, Sly!... um... " Oh brother you're stuck. Why do you do with an ailment like this?? Sylvester patiently sits, waiting for you to finish as you set your paws on your hips with a huff... wondering where exactly to go from here. Hm. "Do you maybe... know where your insides... are? Like, presently?"

"Uhh, they were... disintegrated... "

You two share a concerned look. "Maybe... spackle?- "

Just as Sylvester is gulping down his fear at your crazy suggestion, a certain black and white kitten comes speeding out of the crowd at the two of you. "FATHER!" Sylvester Junior stops at his fathers side, eyes wide with worry. "Father! Is he okay, Y/N??"

As you start rifling through your medical kit for something actually useful, you waive a dismissive paw at the kitten. "Oh, don't worry SJ. Your dad has recovered from worse- you know that."

Oh- that gives you an idea! It may not be strictly medical... or orthodox in the least, but its worth a try! Come on- you guys are toons. Straightening up, you look to the court; Searching for the little yellow speck you know is flying around somewhere.

Sylvester Jr nods slowly, pouting. His eyes are big, and round, and adorably full of worry. "Do you think I can sit on his lap safely, Y/N?"

Oh he's just the cutest. You turn back to your patient and raise your brows at him. "Can he?"

Sly perks up at the chance to get some much needed affection - rather then shameful berating, - from his rugrat. "Of course he can- come on, son- oww... " Unfortunately Sylvester Junior throws caution to the wind, and launches his little body at his father- almost going all the way through and causing you to seriously wince, but luckily Sylvester has a good grip on him and sets him in his lap rather then inside the cavern that was his belly. "Aghhh... thanks, son... I feel a lot better now... oof!- "

Sylvester Junior has thrown his arms around his father, and your heart leaps at the adorable scene...

Except- you wouldn't have, if you had heard what was really going on in that hug.

Sylvester's eyes widen and he deadpans at his son, hearing the words that come out in a rushed, hoarse whisper as soon as the hug he thought was genuine closes around his neck. Of course... this is his son, after all...

"How am I doing, Father?? Is Y/N looking?? I've been told that other cats become more inclined to date a cat who's good with children!, and since you're hopeless at that, I've elected myself, your darling baby son, to help you! So, are they looking father??"

"Junior!"

"Yes father???"

"I do not need your help to woo anyone, and I'm working on Y/N... " Sly tries to assure Jr, not sounding totally sure as his eyes fall downcast. "Its, uh, just a slow process, is all... " After a moment, he proudly lifts his chin, and he would puff out his chest, if... you know.. it was there... "I got your mother on my own, didn't I??"

Sylvester's proud moment is cut off quickly as his son pulls away from him to give a very deadpanned, sassy expression at the mention of his absentee mother cat. "And where is she, may I ask, father??"

A loud 'Aha!' comes from you a few feet away as you jump up, and grab something right out of the air.

Deeply rolling his eyes, irritation flickering inside him at the antics of his son, Sylvester Sr plonks him down on the bench beside him, angrily crossing his arms. Jr follows suit, looking like an exact replica of his father... except, smaller.

Blinking blankly around to see the two, with Tweety now wriggling around in your paws, you giggle at the sight. "What happened to you two? You were having such a heart warming father-son moment a second ago!"

"I'm full of shame, Y/N. Oh woe... "Sylvester Jr sighs, shaking his head as Sr turns his head slowly to look at him. "How am I to face my friends at the playground... My father- a loser!"

Sylvester pointedly looks away, angry eyes pointing towards the court. "My son... a spoiled brat. How am I ever to show my face in society, again?" An even heavier sigh comes out of Sylvester Jr at that remark, and Sylvester Sr immediately jumps up from the bench, pointing a stern finger at his son. "Oh no ya don't- Don't you dare get out that bag!!"

"But Father! I'm full of shame!" Sylvester Jr whines, holding the paper bag in his lap as you watch the two in wonderment. How they can bicker like this, and still have such an adorable, open relationship you have no clue - some kids are too scared to talk back to their fathers, - but the state of these two's relationship is truly, really endearing to you.

Oh how you love Sly... You catch yourself swooning at the thought of him, and immediately stop yourself. Stop it, Y/N! This is not the time for that. Taking a deep breath, you shake yourself. Okay, back to the task at hand.

Meanwhile, Sylvester snatches the paper bag away from Jr. "Oh, cut that out, wouldja?!"

While there's a pause in the argument, you jump and take your chance to hold up Tweety in front of Sylvester's face- his pupils shrinking at the sight and his teeth growing sharper, somehow.

"Oh no oh no- You mean old puddy tads- using me like this!" Tweety exclaims, wings pressed firmly to your paws and pushing, struggling to wiggle up and out of your tight grip. Yeah yeah, you think. Tell it to the choir.

Hopefully when I let Tweety go, Sly will give chase... and be all better!

Heh... isn't that how it works? It is, right? He'll 'perk right up'! you could say.

"Alright... here goes nothing!" You squeak, closing your eyes and letting Tweety go, hoping to god that Sylvester doesn't trample you in his endeavour to snatch his favourite little yellow bird.

Feeling a wind blow against you side and ruffling your fur as Sylvester springs to action, you slowly crack your eyes open again- first seeing Sylvester Jr as he still sits on the bench in front of you swinging his legs over the side of the bench, before peaking over your shoulder, and... "Yes!" You cry out as soon as your keen feline eyes catch sight of Sylvester looking good as new again on the court, chasing Tweety through the still-roaring basketball game. Clasping your hands together, your tail wiggles excitedly behind your back. "It worked!"

"What?" Sylvester hears your cheering and immediately halts in his tracks, looking at you then down at himself- a big, toothy smile spreading across his face when he see's he's all better. "Y/N! You did it! Thanks!"

"Of course!" You call back, then point at the scoreboard and wink. "Now kick those Monstar's butts for me!"

The green Monstar turns a squinty looking evil eye on you at hearing your words but you don't care- you're far too busy burning the image of Sly giving you a thumbs up into your mind.

"Heheh, no problem... " That trademark evil grin slips across Sly's face again as he rubs his paws together, turning his attention back to the game as you sigh, paws on your hips; Happy with your job well done.

"Uh, hello??" Someone speaks up from behind you, and you jump, suddenly remembering the mile long line of toons that still need medical attention.

Ohhh... great. You slowly turn around, seeing Elmer giving you angry eyes and quickly look extremely apologetic, paws awkwardly behind your back and spine as straight as a plank. Oops!

You might seem help... you think you tilting your head to see the rest of the long... long, l o n g line. "Uhh... SJ? You wanna help me play nurse, maybe?"

"Oh, yes Y/N!" He exclaims enthusiastically, hopping off the bench and taking up your medical kit in his short little arms- which is way too big for him. You giggle and take it from the kitten, patting his head. "I'll be happy to be your assistant!"

Fist bumping each other, you wink. "That's the kinda attitude I like to see! Lets go."

A couple hours and countless injuries later and the game is coming to a nail chewing close. Truly, this is a new level of anxiety you're feeling as you leave Sylvester Junior, now exhausted and up past his bedtime, curled in Granny's lap with a blanket strewn over him. Then you sit back down to watch the game beside a very injured Sly, as Witch Hazel defibrillates Taz.

If Michael doesn't make this shot - with but seven seconds to go, - he has to move to Moron Mountain in your place. You all dragged him here for help and now h's the one with everything on the line.

You cant help but feel a massive load of guilt.

"Oh I cant watch!" You squeak suddenly amongst the thunderous sounds of the audience at 4 seconds, and cover your eyes. "Tell me when its over!"

3 seconds later, the buzzer screeches and you hear the toons around you cheering, and peak out nervously from beyond your paws. ... What happened?

Your gaze flickers to the score board.

Oh my god. A deep, relieved breath comes out of you. "We won!?"

"We won!" Sylvester concurs, jumping up from the bench and throwing a fist into the air. Then he puts his paws on your arms and beams down at you. "We're not gonna be slaves!!"

You wonder what you could say in response, but the one thing your body is telling to you to do is throw your arms around him- so you do. And he doesn't think twice before squeezing you back, picking you up and swinging you around.

Then the world comes crashing down around Sly, as his son opens his eyes to see the scene- and gasps. The kitten sits up quickly in Granny's lap and points. "Oh, father! You did it! I knew you could do it!"

Immediately Sylvester puts you down, his paws retreating from you and a definite sense of nervousness - and maybe embarrassment? - settles over him. You raise your brows, confused, but still swimming in the joy of the game being won and just tilt your head as you confusedly smile. "What did he do??"

Sly Jr doesn't even think a second before gleefully elaborating- despite his father very nearly shaking his soul free waving his hands at him in a doomed endeavour to shut his son up. "No- stop, Junior!- "

"Asked you out! Didn't he?" As the wide eyed bewilderment on your face and the utter horror on Sylvester's dawns on Jr, his shoulders drop and he turns disappointedly at his dad. "Didn't you?"

"No!"

"Oh, father!- "

Sylvester Sr's tail, shoulders, and head slump forward as he turns his kitten around so he faces away from the two of you, embarrassment replaced by exasperation. "You're tired, son. Go to sleep. Night night, sleep tight, sweet dreams, don't let the bed bugs bite and we'll talk in the morning." Then he slowly, meekly turns back to you.

And you're practically glowing. "Sly... what's he talking about?"

"Father likes you!- " Sylvester Jr tries to speak up again, turning his head but Sr twists his head carefully back, a reprimanding tone in his voice.

"Sleep! Hah hah... " Sylvester (Sr) turns back to you, arms held carefully behind his back as he chuckles nervously. "My son is... troubled... a little- "He point at his head and swirls his finger; A gesture reading 'Loopy'. As soon as the meaning behind that word and his gesture occurs to you, you visibly droop. Oh. Okay... I guess SJ was just messing with us... Sly watches this reaction, and his ears perk up quickly; Sensing some dissappintment. "I mean, uh... unless you liked the i-idea?"

You peak up at him again from the floor, seeing his face slowly going red. "... D-do you?"

"Wha- I asked first! You answer the question."

"Hey." Setting your fists to your hips, you look stubbornly at him. "You were just taking it all back! So you tell the truth. Which is it??"

"Yeah- but I asked the question first!"

"Sylvester James Pussycat Senior!"

"Pfft... if you think pulling full name on me is going to change anything... " He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "You've got another thing comin'!"

Your eyes narrow, and so do his, before suddenly Taz jumps up from the bench he was resting on and ZOOMS past Sly so fast and so hazardously, that he's caught off guard and jumps forward with a yelp- accidentally knocking you.

"Oh!-"

"H-hold on, I got ya!!" Sylvester's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and he grabs you just before gravity manages to drag you down to the ground; Pulling you back up to your feet- which just so happens to bring you two extremely close together.

Two sets of eyes widen and faces go red.

Everything seems to go a little quieter around you, the deafening sounds of the auditorium seeming to get plunged under water as the crazy all just slows down for just a moment. Enough for you to enjoy the few seconds you foreseeably get before he jumps back like someone sprayed him.

But to your surprise, he doesn't move. Just stands there and looks shocked... but does not move even an inch away from you. Doesn't even let go of you.

Finally, after a few good moments, you sigh and give in. "... Sly, would you like to go out sometime with me?"

"Ah... " His ears flatten against his head as he looks bashful, with a cute little smile that makes your stomach do backflips as he curls his tail around yours. "Yes, I'd like that very much."

You lean up and give him a feather light kiss on the cheeks- and he goes even redder.

#(faintly you two can hear a loud 'YES FATHER!!' from sj XDD )#Looney Tunes #The Looney Tunes #Sylvester x Reader #Sylvester the Cat x Reader #Drabble #Sylvester The Cat x Reader Drabble #Space Jam

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hollywoodhangar · 4 years

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If you're alright with it, Elmer and Bugs?

the ultimate ship meme!

General:

How long will they last? - Unless you erase one in DIP, they’re a love that’s not going anywhere. They’re old fashion and sweet like that, no matter the hardship.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Biggest slowburn with a decade under the belt. Bugsy boy’s time for falling remains an enigma, but after ten years, Elmer started feeling genuinely hot under the collar and really did go red in the face when it came to Bugs. :’)

How was their first kiss? - Very sudden and very sweet over breakfast. Bugs has a way of dropping the affection fast and furious and out of the blue!

Wedding:

Who proposed? - The Humble Hunter himself. It was a very, very bashful proposal where he kept iterating Bugs doesn’t have to accept it but Bugs shut him up and gave him a kiss before plopping that big rock of a ring on his fingers. And yes, it was a very extravagant ring, with the main gem an orange topaz shaped like a carrot. Yes this is a carat pun go away.

Who is the best man/men? - Yosemite Sam for Elmer, Daffy, Pepe and Porky for Bugs. :> Yosemite cried a lot and hid it behind his hat.

Who did the most planning? - Elmer did a little more than Bugs only because the Big Bunny himself understandably got wound up with work, but both have a big hand in the going-ons, and whenever Bugs comes home he’s happy to see what Elmer’s got cooking so far. uwu

Who stressed the most? - I don’t think they really stressed this. They were a t eam tackling it together! Even when Bugs gets really tied up with work, Elmer honestly handles it just fine. Plus, Granny’s had her offer in to help since the beginning, so she’s right there beside him helping set everything into place.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 [modest but VERY pretty wedding in the garden] | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Elmer has no qualms, but I’m sure Bugs has a few names on his list!

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None! It’s aaaalll adoption!

How many children will they adopt? - They get about four kids adopted, and are no strangers to taking on Bugs’s hundreds of nieces and nephews whenever their parents need a break. :D

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - They thumb war for it LOL. But they still have their maturity and when one is feeling a little too queasy to handle it, the other doesn’t mind taking over. It’s not a matter of “who” as much as it is depending on the situation and who is the best at winning a war.

Who is the stricter parent? - I guess Elmer? But he’s really soft. Still, Bugs does get cool parent points for being a lot more lax about things and a lot more energetic than Elmer.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Elmer, for sure. Bugs has a lot more confidence in the kids and wants to see what they can do! .. But that still doesn’t stop the automatic flight button to swoop in and catch the kids LOL.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Elmer’s always the first to do it! Bugs just kind of accepts Elmer’s got it covered, especially since he’d always tell his bun if he’s out of commission and asks him to do it instead.

Who is the more loved parent? - Bugs, for sure. Poor Elmer doesn’t stand a chance. xD

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Both! Unless Bugs is way too caught up in work.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Bugs, for sure. Elmer of course was shedding tears but Bugs was stealing the emotional parent spotlight and being the loudest one in the crowd, which is impressive considering it’s a graduation filled with toons.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Bugs is always the first by like, instinct lmao. He’s literally there popping into their cell and LITERALLY digging them out.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Elmer! BUT He likes the bonding of couplehood when Bugs joins in. It’s very sweet. uwu

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Hmm, I guess Bugs sometimes? I can definitely see Bugs being picky about food when the moment strikes, generally when served by a chef or waiter that hit the wrong button and triggered Mischief Mode.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both do!

How often do they bake desserts? - Regularly! Carrot cake is a constant scent in the household after Bugs moved in!

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Both! Salad wins out by half a yard though because Elmer’s always growing them greens in his garden and has been even before Bugs moved in. <:

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Oh, I can see this totally being a Bugs move and it makes Elmer melt every time. <3

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Bugs!

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Bugs.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - They’re both pretty tidy. <:

Who is really against chores? - Neither! It’s more of who’s too busy to do them, which can sometimes be Bugs, but I say sometimes because I imagine he’s actually very mindful of his surroundings and cleans up as he goes along.

Who cleans up after the pets? - No pets!

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Sometimes Bugs might try it but Elmer’s right there to go “nuh-uh.”

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Elmer, I think!

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Elmer. Bugs is the sort to just sometimes leave it everywhere. It stresses Fudd out to no end and he’ll gather what he finds and bring it to his bun only to be told to keep it. It’s honestly endearing to Bugs that Elmer never fails to bring the money right back to him lol. It’s cute.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Bugs! He likes his long and pampering bathtimes!

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They got no doggo!

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - EVERY Holiday month. Bugs ends up getting into competitions with the neighbors and goes over the top while Elmer’s contently hanging up ghosts or setting up Rudolph on the roof, oblivious to the showboating going on behind him.. until the electricity in the neighborhood just shuts down LMAO.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Just happily coexist. Eventually they’ll get married and adopting some kiddos will be on the agenda, but for now it’s just easy-going and enjoying the ride.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - I feel like Bugs is all over this.

Who plays the most pranks? - BUGS BUNNY.

#(( cottagecore marriage. I adore them so much man!! ))#(( thank you for sending one in!! ))#long post #elmer&bugs.#♈ [ BLOG; ASK. ] ━ 『 letters to hollywood. 』#♈ [ BLOG; OOC. ] ━ 『 out of creation. 』

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